Wind shear before sirens. Billow upon billow, then harbors gone under. Wasn't there a pier jutting out over water; & in the summer, people would fish there? Haze of heated suntan oils; sand fiddlers, sea- gulls blind to wind shear. Alarm of sirens: shrill whistles to clear the shore, nubbled overnight with dead jellyfish where a pier once jutted out over water. Unlike moon jellies, dead jellyfish can sting with nematocyst-studded tentacles. The rash: like a painful wind shear before skin sirens. The moon jelly, though, you can stroke—lightly, atop its bell, inside of which quiver four purply-pink flowers. Such things might be found under a rotting pier. Have you ever missed something before it's even gone? Some sense, perhaps, acts as a kind of warning—wind shear before sirens. The moon, adrift above a pier that juts out over water.